Friday has arrived. My next 3 days are going to be different. I work. That's right. Not only do I work, I'll be at the store for an 8 hour shift each day. How will I survive? Probably easily. Tomorrow might be busy. People are beginning to anticipate their income tax refunds. I know I'm looking forward to mine. I still owe a couple of grand on the laundry room update.
I have noticed my water bill has dropped... a lot. Last month I used 300 less gallons. The front load washer uses far less water. As for the electric, it's difficult to tell. PP&L is having problems with their website. No usage details are showing up. Their excuse is that they're having problems with their server.
My ex-neighbor sent me a text asking how things were going, and how the dogs were doing. She has a bit of dementia. Instead of Lily and Biggie, she used her dog's names. I will tell her they're doing fine. No need to confuse her more than she already is.
And, speaking of the house next door. Late yesterday afternoon there was the sound of something heavy being rolled from the kitchen into the living. (Sometimes the workers are loud). Suddenly, there was a very loud crash from the front of the house. I mean loud. Letting curiosity get the better of me, I looked out the window. That sound was the last of their 2 refrigerators being pushed off the front porch onto the sidewalk below. I don't know the workers doing the rehab are as skilled as they think themselves to be.
I cut almost 2000 words from the last chapter yesterday. Wow. They were unnecessary. I can remember when doing such an edit would have cut me to the quick. Now, it's just business.
David Crosby died yesterday. He was 81. A liver transplant survivor. People my age can tell you how often his turbulent life made the news. Crosby, Stills, and Nash had amazing harmony. Here they are singing a song written for them by Joni Mitchell when Crosby and the rest of the band were in their late 60's. They still have the harmony.